Made himself an iron hand I was trapped inside again
Oh won't you take me to the hill? Put me in your Coupe de Ville Tell me that you love me still
Won't you read my story again? Your eyes don't look scared
We could eat the tasty pieces Of the peaches on the beaches Tell me what would be such fun Sitting in the garden sun
And you could go and meet my mom We could sit there all day long Tell me what would be so wrong
Won't you read my story again? Your eyes don't look scared It shows that there's somebody
Won't you read my story again? Your eyes don't look scared